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Hybrid frowned, paused, looked away, and -- another pause -- exhaled. He clenched his jaw, not wanting to say or do anything that would put him in a bad position. That is to say, he did not want to do anything to put him in disfavour with Gabriel. He glanced up at Kaena, the scarred extension of her son. Most would have thought Gabriel to be the scarred extension of his mother. But that was false. Kaena was a withering beast, and although she still clutched to her remaining shreds of dignity (which Hybrid did not doubt she had), she had lost her glory. She looked old and tired. Hybrid would not pity her. It was her choice. She chose this; she created this.



"Then what did you mean?" he demanded. "You're oversimplifying things," he claimed, then looked away. Like Jean Jacques Rousseau, he would make a claim and stop. He did not elaborate. Man is born free but everywhere he is in chains. Stop. You are oversimplifying things. Stop.



This was not an elaborate puzzle to be solved, nor was this a mystery. It wasn't even miscommunication. It was the fault of using too many models and assumptions to simplify a complex world. Well, the world was complex, and you could not always rely on your watered-down notions of how it worked. Reducing a clock to merely two gears would not make it run. Removing all your emotion would not make you unbiased. And throwing away your beliefs did not make you a conformist.

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